[This definitely isn't the boy he met at the ball. It's someone with his face and his voice, but not his cheery character. IV stares, watching the lethargic way in which Yuya rises. The goggles cast a suspicious veil over Yuya's face, and IV knows for certain that something is gravely wrong - or at least off - even though they hardly know each other. It's jarring enough that IV chooses to pry, his own quest pushed to the sidelines.]
I'm looking for something. [Perhaps that something will lead him to someone.] But I can ask the same of you. What happened?
[A part of him has already guessed, but asking is the better route.]
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I'm looking for something. [Perhaps that something will lead him to someone.] But I can ask the same of you. What happened?
[A part of him has already guessed, but asking is the better route.]